Page 45 of A Vicious Rumor

He pulled out of me suddenly, and I gasped. His big hands easily grabbed hold of my hips, flipping me over so I was on my knees. “Grab here,” he said, lifting my wrists so my hands wrapped over the headboard. He was back inside of me in seconds, his chest leaning over my back, his mouth hovering over my ear. His hand wrapped around the front of me and started to pinch my clit. I was moaning his name, loud, and he liked it. “That’s it, Lily,” he said. “Fucking scream my name while you cum. There’s no sound sexier in this world.”

“Fuck, Tyson,” I said. “I think I might . . . again,” I said.

He didn’t respond. He just kept flicking my clit until my legs were all but giving out from the pleasure as I released again. The high felt amazing, drawn out by his cock still pounding in and out of me. By the time my orgasm was done, he was pushing into me so fast, that all I could do was scream and hold onto the headboard. It all felt so new, so odd, and so good.

I felt him release deep inside of me, the condom catching his essence, but his cock throbbing deep against my cervix. He took a moment to even out his breathing before he pulled out of me, disposing of the used condom. I fell back onto the bed, the heat of sex leaving me and the layer of sweat starting to make me shiver.

He turned over and kissed me hard. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Tiger Lily,” he said. “And I fucking mean it.”

I smiled at him. “I hope there’s so much more good for you on the horizon, Tyson,” I replied back, twirling the little bead on his bracelet.

He shook his head and tried to hide a smile. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get in the shower. I’ll try and keep my hands off you, but no promises,” he said with a laugh.

I giggled. “Deal.”

"You okay?" Tyson asked me as I scrunched my hair with a towel to try and squeeze the last of the water out.

I smiled at him. "For the millionth time, yes. I'm good. It's sweet that you're worried about me, though."

Tyson pulled back the covers on the new sheets he'd just put on and climbed into the bed. "Come on," he said, reaching out his hand and beckoning me forward.

I took it and he pulled me in next to him, tugging the covers over us and turning the light off. "Did you text your mom?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, she gave me the raised eyebrow emoji, but she's fine."

"Good," he said, "because I really don't like the idea of being apart from you right now."

I smiled into his chest. The butterflies hadn't gone away. In fact, they seemed to be more active with each new thing he said. "How come you're like this?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Years of repressed rage and trauma, I think," he said lightheartedly.

I batted at his chest. "No," I replied. "Not that. I mean like this, with me? You're different with me. You tell me things. I saw how you were at the party. It was a little shocking."

Tyson moved me so that he was cradling me in his arms, hugging me close. I was tucked into his chest and he pressed his lips into my hair. "Not everyone deserves your true self," he whispered. "It's something I save for those who've earned it."

"But, I barely know you," I said. "How could I have earned it."

"We've known each other most of our lives, Lily. Just because we haven't been together for some of the time doesn't change that."

I thought on his words for a moment. He was right, in a sense. "Okay, well," I mused, "then what did I do to earn it?"

He hugged me tighter. "It's not really about what you did. It's more about who you are."

"You don't make my sense," I said.

"That's okay," he replied.

We laid together like that, our legs intertwined, my ear against his chest and listening to his slow and steady heartbeat. I thought I might fall asleep, but I tried to fight it. I didn't want this moment to end. I didn't want to slip away from it. It felt so right, and I didn't want the night to take it from me.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Hm?" he answered, a bit sleepily.

"In this life? What is it you want?"

He moved so that he was laying on his back, and I followed with him, resting my chin on his chest and looking up into his eyes. He lifted his arm to put his hand under his head and his bracelet and the flecks of gold paint flashed in the low light. It made me smile that he hadn't taken it off for all this time.

"I want to save my grandfather's company," he said.

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